Hey, sorry I have been so long. My Wifi was playing up so I couldn't get onto Drive to write this. I wrote this today. Also, very sorry if this isn't up to scratch, today is my grandmother's birthday and she passed away six years ago on the 7th so, not been in the best frame of mind. I hope you still enjoy it! ^_^

Oh! I have a blog for my past victors and I am working on one for the tributes. It is VictoshellislandDOTblogspotDOTcoDOTuk (Just remove the DOT's). Let me know what you think!

Ribbon Kirk POV:

I plodded along next to my best and only friend, Crease, my head low and my eyelids heavy. I was only fourteen but I was expected to work long hours in the textiles factory, going straight from the hot, stuffy buildings and straight to school. No breakfast. I was positive it would be child neglect anywhere else but Panem. However, it wasn't the hours or the hard work that I disliked, it was how boring it was.

For hours, we would sit in the brightly lit buildings, sewing, cutting and measuring. Soon, stabbing the needle through your finger became the highlight of your day. You were then able to leave your station to go get it bandaged. I did it often, they couldn't allow me to get blood on their pressures clothes so they would take me away only to return a few short minutes later. It seemed like a large price to pay but it was all worth it to pass the small window on the way to the first aid room. The outside world was beautiful, even more so when you hardly got to see it anymore.

The slight breeze blew through my hair but I didn't bother to look up and the newly opened leaves that glistened in the sunlight. I was far too sleepy. I wasn't even sure how I had the brainpower to move my feet along the uneven cobbled streets.

"You should really just have the day off, Ribbon-"

"Mother would never let me, she wants me to get an education," I sighed, stopping to stretch my body out, my swinging out wide at my sides. Crease waited until I had finished my long yawn before continuing.

"Why? we will both still end up in factories anyway," he growled, kicking a stone into the bushes next to us. He never did believe in the education system and I had to agree, it seemed rather useless. It was just an excuse to drill Panem history into our heads. I knew Crease wouldn't come if it wasn't for me.

"I won't, I am going to live in The Capitol, remember?" I winked, flashing him a smile. Crease smiled and the ground, placing his dirty hands in his pockets. It had been a childhood dream of mine to one day live in The Capitol and run my very own butterfly research centre. I wasn't sure how they could help us but it seemed like a good way to spend my life. Learning more about the creatures I loved. Everyone else scoffed at the idea but Crease had always believed in me.

"When you go, take me with you, please...I don't want to die in a place like this," He said, his voice a little shaky as he watched the birds flying high in the morning sunlight.

"Of course, I would never leave my best friend behind," I said with a smile, offering out my hand towards him. He looked down at it and gave a small grin, taking his hand out his pocket and grasping mine. No matter what happened, we would always be by each other's side.

Wover "Stitch" Breen POV:

One thing I disliked about District Eight was how grey it looked. There were a hundred different reasons why it made me angry but this is what I thought during sunsets like this. They tried to make the place prettier by placing the odd shrub or tree here and here but it still looked bland. The factories were all three floored, grey, steel cages and the houses were either shacks or tall, grey apartment buildings like the one I was living in.

This was the closest anyone from District Eight got to a forest, the towering concrete buildings all around me. Now and again, if you was lucky, you would pass one with mould growing up the side. Other than that, they were just upsetting.

The cry of a small baby woke me from my, small sulk about my surroundings. I looked over to the direction the noise was coming from and frowned. A dark skinned women stood in the small courtyard behind her apartment building, attempting to pin a set of white shirts despite the setting sun and increasing winds. I knew those types of clothes all too well. Reaping clothes. They were too nice to be ordinary clothes.

Around her feet, four young boys chased each other around, tapping one on the shoulder before turning to run away. A smile crept across my face, it reminded me of how I and the children in the orphanage used to play before me and my friends moved out.

A toddler stumbled, then knelt down and pulled some grass that was breaking through the cracks in the pavement. The woman quickly turned around and gasped, picking up the baby and swatting the vegetation out of the child's mouth. I cocked my head to the side as I watched the family play out their daily routine. All the children were far too young to be part of the reaping and the woman looked far too old to have children that young. My guess was that she was their grandmother. The parents and older children off working until early in the morning. It wasn't an uncommon thing when I thought about it. There was a room next to my place that held sixteen family members. There were only two beds so I didn't even want to think about how they lived.

The woman turned to look at me, her worn out, brown eyes giving me a sympathetic look as she called the children and turned to walk inside. The world felt different after that. Here I was, getting upset because of how bland my District looked when there were people who shared a room with fifteen other families members. No matter how hard life gets, I could have had it worst.